This is our final, re-amended version of the script:
"How do you get your kicks? Some will choose the easy way out of the shitty existance we've imposed upon ourselves. Waking up everyday at 6.30, to get the tube with a load of cognoscenti bastards, accept their place in the nostalgia of office life, take their orders from some big shot fucking cunt in a shirt and tie, then go back to the 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom semi-detatched shit hole in the middle of 'no-wheres-ville'. Fuck that for a laugh. It's about life, it's about football, it's about the carnage that comes with it. The broken knuckles, chipped teeth, covered in claret -it comes from within. You either have it, or you fuck off."
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